• Why I Am Not Marching

    I am not marching because I was born in Mike Pence’s home state. I am not marching because my grandfather worked in politics and my grandmother raised six children. She never took…

  • War on Christmas

    I tried really hard to be a good little bleeding heart liberal and find empathy for the other side. Be sensitive to classism, they said. Think outside your echochamber social media bubble.…

  • How to Hope

    There are too many words today. I feel the need to choose mine carefully. There are also too many tears, but I don’t know how to limit those. A rusty pickup truck…

  • Merry Materialism

    We are drowning in stuff, and we know Santa Claus isn’t real.  The alarm goes off, the baby cries, the toddler is yelling for milk, the school kids need help brushing their…

  • Chrysalis

    I am not afraid of the dark. I know you are. I see it in your eyes, watching me. I hear the caution in your voice, asking me how my day went. You are…

  • Morning

    Soft grey light right before sunrise, and waking up to you in our bed. I don’t mind that I can’t sleep. I couldn’t dream a better picture than you, with your chest…

  • Words and Whatnot

    //Words My next door neighbors have a pig. Well, they had a pig. And then that pig got sick and died, and they got a new mini pig, according to my five…

  • But I Loved Him

    [trigger warning] These goddamn photos. August 9, 2015. You know that feeling when your mouth starts to salivate right before you vomit? This girl’s eyes look fucking dead. I make eye contact with her,…

  • Bookmark Baby

    True, you can’t press a flower as a keepsake between two blog pages. You can’t accidentally splatter coffee on them, or watch saltwater drops spread across words if you cry. You can’t…